Talking tablemates chase after me

Ding Jinyu was stunned by Mingxi's request.

It's not a question of whether to help or not, it's that he didn't expect such a request at all.

In Ding Jinyu's eyes, Mingxi is just like Teacher Song said, enthusiastic and cheerful, occasionally warm, and often stupid; no matter how you look at it, it is a flower in a greenhouse, with straight stems and soft buds.

Unlike him, Mingxi should have a happy and happy family. Even if a boy of this age is no longer fit to throw himself into the arms of his parents and act like a baby, but with today's experience, how can he want to return to the warmth after being frightened? Look for a little comfort at home.

But Mingxi said that he couldn't go home, and he didn't say the reason. He just asked Ding Jinyu to take him to the pharmacy to buy medicine, and then take him home to clean and bandage him.

This made Ding Jinyu face a difficult situation.

Even if home is no longer Zeng Jin's warm home, it is still his most private territory.

In the past few years after leaving his cousin, he has gradually turned himself into a lone wolf with a strong sense of territoriality, guarding the three-acre land around him and not allowing anyone to approach him.

Taking shots at Mingxi again and again is no longer his usual way of doing things, but he can barely convince himself that he is repaying Mingxi's favor, but this is already the shortest distance he can allow Mingxi to live beside him.

The strange cub's approach made him uncontrollably vigilant.

He was stunned for 2 minutes before he said coldly, "I'll take you to the hospital."

"I'm not going!" Ming Xi shook his head at Ding Jinyu, still refusing to say the reason, "I can't go anyway, I have nothing, I can handle it myself, I just need a place to clean up..."

Ding Jinyu sized Ming Xi from head to toe, but he couldn't figure out the reason for Ming Xi's silence. He only saw that the other party's bleeding wound had slowly condensed blood eggplant——

That's all right.

He shook the front of the car, shook off Ming Xi's hand, and just rode the car away.

"Ding Jinyu!" Ming Xi shouted at Ding Jinyu's back, her voice trembling slightly, "I really have nowhere to go!"

I really have nowhere to go!

I really have nowhere to go...

Ding Jinyu felt that someone had hit him again, harder than Wang Lei's just now; the stick seemed to have landed on the back of his head, and the temple on his forehead throbbed with pain.

He remembered that when he was seven years old, his grandparents passed away one after another. He knelt in front of the mourning hall, weeping; but even so, his father did not show up. around.

"Sister..." He cried and said to Ding Yinan, "I really have nowhere to go..."

Ding Yinan was only twelve or thirteen years old at that time, but he didn't cry, he just took him into his arms, rubbed his heart, and coaxed him, "Don't be afraid".

At that time, he felt that Ding Yinan was the strongest person in the world, he would never cry, and he would always have a way to protect himself, and even the people around him.

It wasn't until two years later that Ding Yinan cried and packed his luggage for him and sent him on the plane. Those were the only two times he saw Ding Yinan cry; The appearance of Ding Yinan in my mind——

Never cry, always have a way to protect yourself.

Ding Jinyu finally squeezed the brakes.

He turned his head to look at the empty back seat of the bicycle, and also looked at Ming Xi who was not far away.

Ming Xi was still standing under the warm yellow street lamp, but his soft hair was stuck with sweat and blood, not as fluffy as when he saw it the first night; his shoulders were a little thin, and he stared straight at Ding Jinyu.

The tattered school uniform, the dried blood, the trembling shoulders, the shattered hair, the pitiful eyes...

Ding Jinyu suddenly remembered the fluffy puppy that finally failed to fit into his suitcase when he was a child. When he abandoned that puppy by the side of the road, would it be the same as Mingxi's now?

He frowned angrily.

Why does Ming Xi always unconsciously cosplay a plush toy...

"Get in the car." He finally said coldly.

Mingxi was not short, but thin, and Ding Jinyu didn't find it difficult to carry him. He pedaled very fast along the way, and if he didn't pay attention, the wheels ran over a small stone.

The body bumped slightly, and he turned the faucet to stabilize the car.

Ming Xi in the back seat naturally stretched out her arms to wrap around Ding Jinyu's waist amidst the shaking, but felt an unnatural and unnatural tension in Ding Jinyu's muscles.

He hastily released his hand in embarrassment.

His deskmate has always disliked being approached by others, and he can still feel this more or less.

But even so, he still sat on the back seat of Ding Jinyu's bicycle, and the destination was Ding Jinyu's home.

In any case, during the moment of contact just now, he felt the temperature from Ding Jinyu's body, which was different from the person's usual appearance——

are different.

Ding Jinyu pushed open the door, turned on the light, and Mingxi obediently followed behind with the alcohol gauze he just bought; after he entered the door, he had no time to change his shoes, so he hurried to the master bedroom where his grandparents were alive, and locked the door .

When he returned to the living room, he saw Ming Xi standing awkwardly at the door, and asked in a low voice, "Don't you need to change your shoes?"

Ding Jinyu looked at the sneakers on his feet that he hadn't changed in time, nodded, turned around and walked into his bedroom, and closed the door.

The whole house was very quiet, except for the occasional rustling in the living room. He sat in front of the desk and stared at the stack of reference books on the table in a daze; after an unknown amount of time, the door was knocked.

He answered "Come in" by the way, and turned his head to see the plush puppy on the bed, only to realize that something was wrong——

This is my bedroom!

He jumped up from the stool in a jerk, reached out to grab the puppy, and hurriedly opened the closet to stuff it in.

At this time, Ming Xi had already pushed open the door, and had a quick glance at the empty closet, which contained only two small suitcases and a few corners that seemed to be plush toys.

Standing by the closet, Ding Jinyu cleared his throat in embarrassment, "What's the matter?"

"Don't you need to bandage it?" Ming Xi shook the alcohol and gauze in his hand.

Ding Jinyu took two steps back and sat on the edge of the bed, put his hands on his knees, and shook his head.

Ming Xi looked down at Ding Jinyu's injured forearm, walked closer, and squatted down.

"It's okay." He took Ding Jinyu's wrist and comforted him, "It will be fine soon."

Ding Jinyu twitched his wrist unaccustomed to it, but Ming Xi had already taken out a cotton swab, dipped it in alcohol and wiped his wound; only then did he realize that there was a bruise on his forearm, and there were several bruises crawling on it. The small mouth scratched by sawdust.

Blocking with the forearm is the most instinctive reaction of human beings when encountering danger. He has fought so many fights since he was a child, and it is very common for his forearm to be injured; a little skin trauma, he didn't take it to heart at all.

But Ming Xi's movements were very light, and she would blow on the wound from time to time, as if she was comforting a child, unlike the usual carefree boys would do.

Ding Jinyu was a little puzzled.

"My younger sister used to be so skinny, she didn't dare to climb trees and walls; my father said that if she didn't wear pigtails, she would look more like a boy than me." Ming Xi talked while bandaging the wound, as if Wanting to distract Ding Jinyu's attention.

"So I often have to help her with her wounds, how about—" After fixing the last round of gauze, he raised his head and smiled at Ding Jinyu, with dimples on his face properly, "Is the workmanship okay?"

"Do you have a younger sister?" Ding Jinyu recalled that WeChat avatar that was somewhat similar to Mingxi's, even the dimples on his face were almost exactly the same.

"Yeah." Ming Xi nodded, "Seven years old."

Ding Jinyu suddenly understood that Mingxi was probably afraid that his appearance would frighten his sister.

If he made Ming Xi like this by himself, Ding Yinan would definitely be the same as when he was a child, picking up a baseball bat and rushing out to fight people desperately.

Thinking of his cousin's fearless and overbearing appearance, the corners of his mouth also turned up gently, so small that it was almost invisible.

"Can I borrow another clean school uniform and towel from you?" Ming Xi stood up and asked.

"Afraid that your sister will see it?" Ding Jinyu pointed to Mingxi's left cheek and a bruise on his elbow, "The school uniform can't stop it."

"It's okay." Ming Xi shook her head, her smile was not as natural as before, "It was originally scratched when the car fell over, I told them that it's fine if I fell down."

Ding Jinyu turned around and opened the closet door, took out a clean school uniform and a brand new towel, and handed them to Mingxi.

Ming Xi said to Ding Jinyu when he took it with both hands, "I'll wash it and return it to you."

Mingxi tidied herself up neatly. When Ding Jinyu sent him out, she saw that his school uniform didn't fit well. It always felt a little funny, so she couldn't help staring at him twice.

"It seems to be a little bigger—" Ming Xi also shrugged with a smile.

When he got to the door, he said a few more words like don't get water on the wound, and Ding Jinyu felt that his familiar deskmate had returned.

"I just saw the violin in your room." Ming Xi had already stepped out of the door, and suddenly turned around and asked, "Can you play it?"

Ding Jinyu thought of the violin standing on the desk.

When he passed by a musical instrument shop when he was a child, he could soak in it for a long time. His grandparents saw that he really liked it, so they agreed to let him choose one to learn.

Thinking about it now, it’s a good thing he chose the violin at the beginning. If he had replaced it with a piano or a drum set, he would definitely be the same as the fluffy puppy before after all these years, and he would not be able to take it with him long ago.

He nodded.

"very nice."

"There used to be an uncle next door to my house who could play the harmonica, and my sister liked it very much; if she could hear you play the violin, she would be very happy."

After Ming Xi finished speaking, she turned around and disappeared around the corner of the stairwell.

The next morning, Wang Lei didn't show up in his seat until the bell for morning reading rang.

"Yesterday..." Ming Xi poked Ding Jinyu's arm worriedly, "Was that kick very hard?"

Ding Jinyu also glanced at the empty seat, and said perfunctorily, "It's okay."

The day without Wang Lei was exceptionally peaceful, but this tranquility did not last long.

On the third morning, before the second class was over, a woman screamed in the corridor.

"I don't care!" the woman howled, "How did you kick my son in the face? Your school needs to give me an explanation!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou, to excuse me." Mr. Song nodded apologetically to the math teacher who was lecturing on the podium at the door of the classroom, "Mingxi, Zhou Hao, Ding Jinyu, you three come out."

In the principal's room, the three of Ding Jinyu stood in a row, facing Wang Lei with a bruised nose and swollen face.

Director Wu was comforting Wang Lei's mother and his younger sister who were rolling around on the sofa; Mr. Song stood aside with a serious expression, while Principal Wang sat on a chair, frowning into Sichuan characters.

The Queen Mother's crying gradually weakened. Teacher Song was the first to ask questions. She pointed to Wang Lei, then stared at Ding Jinyu and asked, "Which of you can tell me what's going on?"

Ming Xi was about to answer, but was pulled by Ding Jinyu, and she heard the other party directly say——

"I did."